3. Taylor Imagine

My best friend Taylor and I were at the park on the swings when he asked me out. "I'm gonna win." I said. "No I'm gonna win." Taylor said. We were seeing who could go higher on the swing. I was obviously wining, but Taylor wouldn't except it. I giggled. "I win." I said almost flipping over the top. "No I think I did, but don't go any higher. I don't want you to flip over and get hurt." He said. I slowed down and looked at him. "Awww, look at the softy." I said to him making kissy faces. "I'm not a softy." He said. "Yes you are." I said. "No I'm not." He said. "Yes you are." I said. "Fine, whatever you say." He laughed. We swung on the swing for a while in silence. "Do you like anyone?" Taylor asked me. I did like someone, it was him. I liked him ever since Fifth grade but never told him. "Yes." I said. "Oh." He said disappointed. "He wears bandanas a lot." I smiled. He looked up and smiled. "I wear bandanas a lot." He said. I smiled and a huge smile spread across his face. We stopped our swings and looked into each other's brown eyes. The wind was strong and was blowing my curly brown hair everywhere. We leaned in closer and closer until our lips touched. It was my first kiss and it was amazing. He broke it with a smile. "I've always wanted to do that." He said shyly. I giggled. "Me too." I said. He looked up with a smile on his face. "Melissa will you go out with me?" He asked. "Yes!" I said jumping off of the swing. He got up and we both had huge smiles on our face. We hugged each other and he kissed my cheek. We laughed. "Let's go home." He said. We held each other's hand as we walked home.